The Hallowtape Intro

In the cornfield workin' up a force field I'm the mockingbird, bitch, I was born real West side of Detrilla in dis muhfucka From the hood to a villa in dis muhfucka I stay to myself 'cause I'm antisocial Extroverted introvert wit' the rap vocal In the midst of warfare I find inner peace Shaq could guard the track, but I'm still the centerpiece You could wake me up when September ends But I'll still have the green in the palm of my hands I'm about a dollar, I been poor befo' I remember bike rides to the corner sto' I just take my life in strides, chewin' on the hoe What we do it fo'? Tryna beat the status quo Let me have wealth, you can have the baddest hoe Put her on the shelf, still simpin' for the hoe You a goofy bro This The Hallowtape Super Saiyan ape Feelin' great Smokin' grape ape How the money smell? Dank, Vegeta Can't relate Exhume hate Get paid This my faith Life a lake Camp Crystal smitten killer from the Murder Mitten You dissin' who? Listen, yo ass 'bout to be missin' Who gon' find you? X, a old man fishin' Now you wishin' You on ya back Life force fadin' to black Don't you know? Gotta pay Majin all the stacks For the Hallow snacks Trick or treat What's radder? Greet me by my feet Fuck up bladders You know Vlad? Bitch, well I'm badder I need blood, red matter If that costs the bodies, bitch, it don't matter A impaler, of the blood splatter Teeth sink in, Majin Deep mags villain doin' the bonin', fuck Krillin Not discreet All my killin's done open in the street Open market money Lets meet Need a hit? Well My Syndicate gotta eat Stocks stay on fleek Flippin' currency Waste no time Man, there's too many ways to find The chance to grind But ain't too many replacing mine Bet I take whatever shot I got I'm on that Haitian time Might not have no voice of angel But I face divine Every single verse that I spit hot Man, they call me Chauncey Billups I be takin' big shots Drezus, I'm the last savior of hip hop While you hatin' all on my flows, you gettin' shipped out Bitch, you can not keep me Come around and give her side pipe I be playin' roles like Luigi Competition easy Feel like they beneath me Flow like a river You be movin' how a creek be Screamin' bloody murder over fou' Halloween beats Conscious of my wrist But I might not get a repeat You get one shot, and I gotta make 'em see me Make 'em feel my words I be spittin' in 3D Ain't no other place like mine, cause I'm from the D Check out my webpage Hoodies and CDs Countin' up that bag Boy, they said I'm countin' cheese cheese Now every time that I spit it's 400 degrees